What is that? " It's just a quarter" I said.

[Dancer]

Well it's kind of dark, the young barkeep said. "Well it's been buryed, I exhumed it this morning, up at the park" It's a 67, it was passed hand to hand for a good while, was lost, and I dug it up. Now it's yours, it's both your lucky day! He took it and tossed it into his tip jar. In it's shape, the quarters next stop will most likely end up in a parking meter. Then it starts all over again.

 

[Hank68]

Or a snack machine.

 

[mudpuppy]

n/t